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Perhaps, one could make some wise remark here about how even those with a vast amount of knowledge are capable of making fatal mistakes, but Alaria was a bit preoccupied at the moment. Had something similar happened a couple of years earlier, and if the Septet hadn't been an obviously magical creation, her hand would have closed around the raven's fragile neck, and the owner of that neck would have been sent flying towards the face of the Calcite clown. Judging by all accounts, while the trio was searching for the apostles, the apostle of capture managed to find them first. And not only was he a decadent clown, but he was also clearly a powerful mage. Perhaps, they could have played along, put on a show of bravado, struck a pose, or joked that Klin and Kenshiro specialized in a different kind of "entertainment," but for now, the Tanarian remained silent. Let Klin speak for them.

WHERE
Beata has already drilled a hole in a spoon for her new cellmate; she's currently gluing dildos onto a chair...

/ Well, is it really forbidden? More likely, the guard has a "gatekeeper syndrome," or she suspected something inappropriate was going on. /

good news: you found an apostle
bad news: the apostle found you

Merell, five years later

By the way, I was thinking that if underwear takes up the entire clothing slot, it means that all the other characters are currently without underwear ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Alaria is wearing stockings.

Don't judge a book by its cover – it's a simple plot, but with a twist that hasn't been explored before, although here, there seemed to be room for additional interpretations; some of the narrative moments were too detailed.
Yeah, something like that could only happen in a game like this – Ayano smirked. Nihon culture is full of hundreds of legends passed down from generation to generation about evil spirits that take the form of seductive women and deceive men of all social classes – and the purpose of these legends is to teach the younger generation that not everything that glitters is gold, and in the pursuit of passionate desires, one shouldn't turn off their mind.

On the one hand, it's good that an innocent person managed to retain his freedom, even if he had to do it by force, with a weapon in his hand, but it's also a pity for those who died, even the Alaite man. It is believed that they live a long time and in a very enlightened state of mind, so it should have been repulsive to his very nature to rush headlong and, disregarding the instinct of self-preservation, throw himself into the fray, like a person whose life, in comparison with an Alaite, is measured by the lifespan of a fruit fly, and yet he did it, which is more than worthy of a knight's path.

Although, in relation to the author of the play, there is clearly a hint of contempt for these matters – with the exception of the Sorceress, all the other attackers embody the images of champions of justice of all kinds, and they, according to the plot, groundlessly accuse an innocent person. When the narrative reached the point of the guard's escape, Ayano confidently nodded her head – indeed, one shouldn't expect much from most of the dull-witted patrols, especially since this particular one was clearly obsessed with ambitions for promotion (or perhaps he was ready to go to any lengths and even frame civilians, just so that he himself would not be demoted and his head would not leave his shoulders for a mistake in service); when the woman with the katana fled, the miko only shook her head in disappointment. Sometimes moments of weakness happen to the strongest of us, and even a samurai can find himself in such a situation, but still, after this particular detail, a suspicion crept into her mind that the whole play was a typical example of modern art, deconstructing all possible types of virtuous values.
Could it be that the censors overlooked this moment, celebrating the criticism of the depraved image of female behavior, which "by a happy coincidence" coincides with the party's general line? Or is this the real position of the author, and there is no censorship at all? A question worthy of reflection in a situation appropriate for it – during an evening bath, or other biological and hygienic procedures. But, in fact, it is better to leave it to art critics.

Summing up the tale – and reflecting on the vocabulary just used, Ayano decides to take a walk through the publicly accessible areas of the theater in search of something that might indicate the "phantom." If this leads to nothing, she will try to engage in a short conversation with some employee or, preferably, an actor who doesn't seem too nervous, if possible.

On the emerald alley, shortly after Keliandra left the rabbit hole.

— In the name of the Emperor! What do you think you're doing?

- And what do you think? Couldn't you find a shorter skirt, you slut?

—The second option. —Klin says briefly to his companions.

—Good day, Mr. Melesar. Since we've already been referred to as prisoners in the description, allow me to skip the formalities and ask directly: what do we owe this unique invitation to?

— Well, what a question! Of course, we're going to have fun! Ha-ha! — The group sees Melesar turn his back to them and address, presumably, slaves playing musical instruments. — Hey! I don't hear any laughter!
— Hahahahahahahahaha, — the strained, forced chorus of slaves reached the prisoners.

— Hahahahahahahahaha, — a strained, slave-like chorus echoed to the prisoners.

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Melesar

+GM character

“Is this some kind of joke?” Keliandra looked at the police captain in disbelief. “I came up with a pretty good insult for her, very fitting! Oh, gods, this is a complete disaster! Please, kill me, and let it be forever!” Whether Rynze heeded these words or Keliandra’s heart simply couldn’t withstand the shock, but a moment later, blood gushed from the lunar’s eyes and mouth. Blood vessels burst, and Sarane would have to interrogate a rather unpleasant-looking corpse. There was no mind or soul left in this corpse. Resurrection would not lead to any useful results because an empty husk remains an empty husk, even in a guard fortress. Rynze got everything. It is unlikely that any traces of the influence of the most powerful otherworldly empress remained here. And so, Keliandra’s life ended so pathetically. Her last thought was the realization that she never had a teacher. She was just a half-mad dark lunar, and a half-breed at that, because her father was light. She was kicked out of her home so as not to interfere with her pure-blooded sisters... Her mind was damaged by mushrooms in the forest... And yet... Rynze was real. Although only for a short time, Keliandra touched her will. And she died as a puppet of a goddess. Not the worst fate for such a hopeless woman. **And that’s the end of the tale, and whoever listened is an adept of Rynze.**

He could have given us the staff and the lace panties, you greedy jerk! If Aretz doesn't accept the worm, how are we going to save Ment? Just put the lace panties on Ayko!

—Well, yes, what else would they do in an amusement park? Instead of shouting through the bars, maybe Mr. Melesar will come down to us and personally show us the attractions?